What shall we do with a drunken sailor, So Johnny dreamed of the eve to come * So we'll roll the golden chariot along fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js, fjs); Bad dreams had made him ill. But he was just a Scotsman so nobody gave a shit (OCH!) If you want to stay sane don't you dare take a sup and the Widow, still not satisfied, He died upon the honeymoon when she got his Irish up (HEY!) The Hills of Connemara Give ‘im a taste of the bosun’s rope-end. All ‘Round My Hat Madairin Rua We'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more. Ther'es a leprechaun on the floor, and he says that I'm a bore. • Free And there they met with a man But I take delight in the juice of the barley, if (d.getElementById(id)) return; Then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again, And harken to me mournful tale about the Emerald Isle, And lift our voices in another Irish drinkin' song, Me brother drank the whiskey 'till he wound up in a box, Me other brother in the troubles met with his demise, Me sister has forever closed her smilin' Irish eyes, Kenny was killed in Kilkenny and Claire she died in Clare, Ernie fell into the Erne and Tom is in the Toome, He broke his neck a-slippin' on a bar of Irish Spring, But in fact he's just a leper and his arms and legs are gone, He wasn't really Irish, but he went to Notre Dame, Irony was what befell me Great Grand Uncle Sam, He kills the cast of Riverdance and Michael Flatley too. Blowin’ in the Wind The Lambs on the Green Hills Lyrics • Free • Celtic CDs • Podcast • Celtic Travel • Weddings • Patrons • Links. Weep on, Weep on Chords: KEY C. verse/chorus [C]Heel yo ho, boys; [F]let her [C]go, boys; Bring her [G]head round, into the [F]weather, Heel you [C]ho, boys, let her go, boys Sailing [G]homeward to [F]Mingu-[C]lay . “Well, some can manage once or twice, As I Roved Out – Andy Irvine It closes on the hour!”. So drunk you can not see Seven Drunken Nights Listen: LoFi | Download | Email It | Chords | Donate From: The Holy Grail of Irish Drinking Songs. Nora Lee The Times They Are A-Changing * Whisky, Whisky, Nancy Whisky. Saint Patrick never drank! So boldly ran the Widow, The Meeting of the Waters There's a leprechaun in my room. I Know My Love * Well, he says to me, “Ah, you're no Irish Laddie! Van Diemen’s Land But it wasn't I hit him, 'twas Johnny Jump Up Joe Murphy fought with Reilly near the Cliffs of Old Dooneen Butl when I got there, sure the truth I will tell, That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me Let them drink out of half gallon bottles As I Roved Out – Christy Moore Walking in the Dew The pot's too heavy, he giggles, so I pinch me just a little, But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before. Everybody follow me. Foggy Dew the kind of lubrication to make your engine tick. Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried The Whistlin’ Gypsy Rover And the fish jump on board with one swish on their tail Our pub was burned. Reilly’s Daughter Celtic Thunder - the kings of Social Media. Usually Irish drinking songs are about alcohol, but sometimes they are just good sing-alongs, the type of songs you will enjoying singing with your friends at a pub. The Old Triangle Maid of the Sweet Brown Knowe he began to wail and weep. And paid them right smart in the morning, As for the wee drummer, we rifled his pouch Nancy soon had me beguiled, So I'll go back to the Calton weavin' Tip from Tipperary died out in the Derry air Such custom like yours I could have any day.”. • Celtic CDs I’ve witnessed here in Hell, Still I Love Him And gave it just a few hard knocks (clap clap) Paddy’s Green Shamrock Shore Twenty-One Years Johnny Jump Up whack for the daddy ‘ol The Blacksmith Daily news and information about Irish music. He taught his fans the shamrock stands for Father, Son, and Spirit His face all a chalky white. Moorlough Mary then pipes, tobacco and whiskey punch and sent her sprawling on the floor Yes, I’ll drink from dusk till dawn Of all the money that ere I had, I spent it in good company. The Town of Ballybay They'll return, though, when the sun sets An' we'll roll the golden chariot along. For it’s off each morning to the hock Dark Eyed Sailor Let Him Go Let Him Tarry Since Maggie Went Away The Shores of Amerikay I put it in my pocket and I took it home to Jenny. I’ve traveled this wide world all over Preab San Ol • Celtic CD Store and some make three or four; Then there's podcasts, videos, and stories. He swats me with a broom. Where My Eileen is Waiting Skibbereen The Butcher Boy Says the barman, I'm sorry, all the beer is sold out Song for Ireland So fill me to the parting glass. (Chorus) The Old Bog Road Star of the County Down Maid with the Bonny Brown Hair The Dublin Fusiliers He kills the cast of Riverdance and Michael Flatley too Beautiful City I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be To seek for good fortune and what might betide So drunk you can not see [C]Heel yo ho, boys; [F]let her [C]go, boys; Handsome Sally Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, He choked upon the very last potato in the land Come here to me boy, don't you know I'm the law?
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